Chapter 172 Shangxianping Building in Yueyang Mansion
"Let's go." Tang Xiaorou's heart rippled and was so happy that she almost forgot the business. Shen Dadao specially arranged a feast and invited many old friends and distinguished guests to come together. It is rare for Shen Dadao to invite him so kindly. Who will not give face to the famous golden knife king of the south of the Yangtze River?
Xiongfeng asked in surprise, "Are you going to see Uncle Shen?"
"Well, there are still some guests. Do you still need to prepare for Xianpinglou, the most famous restaurant in Yueyang?" Tang Xiaorou asked.
"Do you think this is okay?" Xiong Feng was actually wearing new clothes or was it temporarily sent by Tang Xiaorou last night.
"Brother Feng can't get rid of that delicate appearance no matter how he wears it, but now he still has a little more arrogance." In the face of Tang Xiaorou's straight-shot comments, Xiong Feng was very comfortable to hear. He smiled, grabbed his little hand and walked out.
Tang Xiaorou was shocked and her little hand trembling, but the wind grasped tighter.
Tang Xiaorou slowed down slightly in the second half, and the shyness on her face was bound to be clear, but her heart was so happy and excited. She let Xiongfeng take her little hand, crossed the corridor in full view, and looked at Xiongfeng from the side. Tang Xiaorou was secretly moved. She didn't know what Xiongfeng had experienced, which made him a little more mature and steady now. From the moment he grabbed his hand, Tang Xiaorou already knew that Xiongfeng had He is no longer a scholar of the past.
"If it is convenient for Brother Feng and Xiao Rou, can you tell me about your experience in the past three years?" Tang Xiaorou asked.
At this time, he came to the garden. When Xiongfeng saw the good scenery here, Tang Xiaorou asked herself again. Xiongfeng let go of his little hand and came to the pavilion. He looked up at the sky under the vast red sun. The unbearable past appeared so clearly in front of him at this moment.
"If it's not convenient for Brother Feng to talk about it, I won't talk about it. Forgive Xiaorou's abruptness."
"I'll tell you later." After saying that, Xiong Feng was so painful and resentful every memory.
Yueyang Prefecture.
"Xianpinglou" is the most prestigious restaurant in Yueyang. The banquet must be booked, and it is not necessarily a prestigious dignitary and a rich businessman. Ordinary people do not accept reservations for banquets.
The building is located in the center of the city, which is also known as the "sanatorium". There are many brothels and shops nearby. As long as you are willing to spend money, you will return happily and sigh that life is like this, although there is no regret.
At this moment, when the first day of the morning rises, many morning guests have already come in and out of the "Xianping Building". All the seats are full of banquets. Although they hear the intertwined sound of cups and plates, they do not hear the noise. The guests here are noble, so they are less vulgar.
In a particularly gorgeous large wing on the third floor of the building, there are two banquets for 12 people each. The exquisite and rich dishes are served by beautiful women like water. They raise their glasses to persuade them to drink in a cheerful atmosphere.
At this time, Wang Feifei, a famous local prostitute with both color and art, played the Pipa and saluted, and everyone applauded politely.
A middle-aged man in the master's seat near the window, after toasting everyone on the seat with a heroic attitude, his face turned slightly red, and he said with three points of wine: "Shen, thank you for today's face. Let's do it first!"
One of the fifty-five-year-off square-faced man laughed and said, "When I heard that Shen's foreign relatives come back, there will be a blessing if you don't die in great disaster. Gui Mou congratulated first. Since then, there has been a successor to the Shen family.
"Hahaha, hasn't your son from Guangxi Fujian also learned a lot of skills in the Qingcheng School? In the future, your Gui's darts bureau will also have a successor. After saying that, everyone present laughed.
"Now the 'Gui's Dart Bureau' is the largest darts bureau in the south of the Yangtze River. It will definitely develop in the future, and both lakes and Shu will be optimistic." The speaker is a white-haired old man, who is over 70 years old. In fact, this person is Mr. Bai Laoshi of Yueyang Baiheguan, who is only over 50 years old, but he is a highly regarded strong man. He once came to Yueyang with Shen Dadao and several others to take root.
The talented Gui Zhuxian said with a faint smile, "Elder Ye Zhen is overreputed. Gui is only on the shade of his father. The things in the darts are all based on your strong support, so that they will not cause trouble and lose 100% of the reputation of the dart and carry forward the dart bureau. This cup is drunk by my brothers." After saying that, everyone at the table hurried to drink with them.
Drink a cup of Shen Dadao and rushed to the other face. The old man who is about 50 years old said, "Brother Zeng's martial arts hall is also popular this year. Today, I will also talk about your heroism and the way to govern the museum, so that we can learn from it."
This person is Zeng Shan, the father of Zeng Zhezhi. When he saw the people's eyes on him, he quickly smiled and said, "How can I be a reckless man like a mountain? However, a few sons are still competitive. In fact, most of the things in the museum are my two sons. Zhe Tian and Zhezhi have made suggestions. I should have given up my seat to young people long ago when I was old, otherwise I would not have the leisure to come here to drink and do it!" After saying that, another big cup was raised.
At this moment, a subordinate came in and said a few words to Shen Dadao's ear. Shen Dadao hurriedly shouted, "Call my future son-in-law to come in!"
The people who had just had a drink looked out of the door, because they knew that the legendary youth was coming.
Who will give the 100th red ticket? No? I'm quite concerned about this... Poor me!